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A settled man with the heart of a vagabond
belonging to an artful brain and clumsy hands,
to eloquent thoughts and a stuttering mouth,
to an overarching desire to fly and touch the clouds
and an overwhelming fear of falling to the ground.
 Jan 2014 Surrationality
Serena M
I live for the lyrics
I hold onto every word like
a chest of precious gems to covet

I lose myself in words

I must learn
the melody so that
my heart finds a rhythm
and my tired feet are able to dance
away the heavy weight I carry
poetry-

you take the anguish
and pain away
you stay as a constant
reminder on that piece
of paper

poetry-

you are a constant reminder
of what power the pen
can hold
of what stories through written
language can be told

poetry-

you hold me sound
like a crying child when
no one is around speaking to
me to stand my ground

poetry-

you are a safety net
an emotional outlet
I plug in my thoughts
and you electrify the world
lighting it up like
one thousand circuits

poetry-

you are my foundation
my solace and hope

you saved me.
you gave my
life a purpose.
 Jan 2014 Surrationality
Serena M
they set me free
like a mended bird after
feeding me pills to hold still
I don't fly much, now

not quite caged
not quite free
still broken
unfinished
Bathtime

You hadn't seen me naked.
I covered myself in bubbles,
And called you into the bathroom.

2. Pretending to lunch

When you told me you couldn't stop staring at my *******,
I invited you to indulge in thirty seconds of uninterrupted, intense ogling.
You were happy to oblige.

3. Birthday Present

I innocently suckled on my ***** and coke,
And you asked if I was "doing that deliberately with the straw".
I wasn't, I promise.

4. Unclothed

I did as you asked, I took off my dress
And stood there, bathed in candlelight,
Shivering, translated and transformed.

5.  My Reward*

We kissed.
We kissed.
We kissed.
Inspired by a poem by Bitsy Sanders.
My mind and heart,
Have been fooled
By a sweet-tasted feeling,
Called lust

The first line, lust whispers me was,
"you're beautiful."
The naive side of me,
Began to follow it everywhere,
Because it feels like love

That time I thought,
"maybe this time it is really love....",
But time uncovers everything,
it's just lust disguised as love

-

So, lust , tell me...
When will love actually comes to me?

-l.m, (02.21 a.m)
Her name leaks truth,
an outer beauty oblivious to human eyes,
but a beauty within is found in the depths of her heart,
delve deeper into her mind and find a writer,
an artist careful of how she crafts her words,
a voice of obsessing lovers,
she creeps into the back of my mind.
what is so wrong about our names entwined within a love heart?
an ethereal sense of desire overwhelms me when I am with her,
wrong but right,
an angel in the eyes of many,
never to be forgotten...
love poems?
they ****.
**** love songs,
and love notes

you pulled my heart
strings and it's all
that it took to make
me; that
"old soul"
somethin brand new

but did you know
I never wrote love
poems about you
I never wrote **** for
you because it pained
and the hurt was so raw and real

it made me feel like I wanted to
crawl out of my own flesh
I regret even kissing you
tracing my fingers upon
the surface of your skin

it sickens me
the hours the clock
spent ticking for you
**** it. I hate you
and I'm glad I never wrote for you.

but now I'm love sick
cause I'm sick of love
and the tears don't just run
they don't stop
I can't turn myself off like a faucet

**** this. I wish I'd forgotten all of it
because I'm a poet
and I wrote for me.
maybe out of selflessness no- just selfishly.
****. and if I could
I would.

the things I'd do
now.
just to
write for you.
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